Ten minutes later, a customer who had finished dining and was heading to his car unexpectedly discovered Liu Juncai lying on the ground, barely conscious.
"Sir, what's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need help?"
The lighting was dim, and the person only noticed Liu Juncai wearing a suit, not seeing the sack over his forehead.
"Help… help!! Call the police, I've been… beaten!" Liu Juncai struggled to sit up, using all his strength to remove the sack from his forehead.
Goodness, his usually well-preserved face had now been beaten into a swollen mess, with the skin on his scalp cut open by the metal tip of a baton, blood staining his hair, looking as miserable as can be.
These injuries were not the worst of it; more severe were the welts on his back, rear, and side waist. A leather belt had been used to whip him for five minutes, with welts crisscrossing those areas, now swollen and congested with blood, causing excruciating pain with any movement.
